The Enemy By Your Side... Poem by Annette Aitken

The Enemy By Your Side.

He may not dress in camouflage
or wear a metal hat
the carrying of a gun
that's not his style, is that.
it doesn't mean to say, he's not,
your enemy number one
his choice of weapon is not a gun
but, the ball point pen he loves.
The words he prints can cut you deep
as if a blade had swept across your feet.
Though others may not see his type.
This sad and lonely chap is weak.
The neon signs are screaming out
beware the enemy, the scheming lout
for he will gladly spread his lies
then sit there smirking
with little, pride.
Some may think that ink can't hurt
but, when used just right and
the bubble bursts
the poison ink that he emit
could come back with a bigger hit.
Beware the open can of worms
for once escaped there's no return
So best ignore, this ink blot stain,
don't give rise to him again.

'yes with delight'.

by

A.A.....